Chapter 20: Wedding of a Lifetime
Summary:
The Wedding Aziraphale and Crowley have been waiting for
comes to fruition.
Notes:
No warnings, just fluff, love, fluff and more love!
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
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Aziraphale woke up, laying sleeping next to him was his love, Crowley, and tonight Aziraphale knew that Anathema had plans. It was party night, and in two days, he would be marrying Crowley. Looking down at him, he leaned over ever the stealthy angel and kissed Crowley's temple. The world flipped at that point, not so stealthy it would appear. Crowley pinned him under him, holding Aziraphale's hands above his head in one hand, his other placed worshipfully against Aziraphale's throat.
Looking down at Aziraphale, Crowley ran his tongue over Aziraphale's lips, holding him still. Aziraphale's lips parted with a puff of air, a lonely lilting come hither sound of a moan graced Crowley's ears. Suddenly Aziraphale's world tilted as Crowley kissed him deeply, tongue running over the sensitive part of Aziraphale's mouth, bringing forth another moan for Crowley to be covered with, bringing a shudder to his spine.
"Aren't we needy this morning, angel." Crowley continued to kiss Aziraphale, following his jawline down to his neck, sucking just enough to worry the flesh, a bite within that tease.
"O-oh, Crow-yes there, oh please-, oh no! Crowley no mark-there yes, marks, oh." Aziraphale ever the wordsmith couldn't string a sentence together, but Crowley knew what he was saying and dutifully obeyed his angel.
"Fine angel, no marks, not yet, but I do know where I can leave them.." Crowley grinned wickedly, sliding down his angel, sliding over Aziraphale's growing erection. Breathing hot air over the material, closing lips over Aziraphales growing arousal as Crowley slid downwards. Against a thic thigh, Crowley sucked in the flesh, biting, gnawing...causing Aziraphale to twist his fingers within the material of the bedding.
"Keep this for me, angel?" Crowley sucked in the flesh of one thic thigh, something he loved dearly,
"o-... oh yes Crowley...yes..." Aziraphale answered, causing Crowley to grin widely...so with the blessing of his angel Crowley continued. Time went on, and Aziraphale was turned into a writhing mess under his love.
A rather smug-looking Crowley sat up in between Aziraphale legs, panting Aziraphale opened his eyes and smirked at Crowley. "Good morning, my love." Crowley grinned, crawling back up Aziraphale and planting kisses all over his face, not caring today if it seemed overly loving.
"Hello, my angel." Crowley beamed a smile that was strictly for Aziraphale. Crowley watched as Aziraphale got lost in his smile and then melted as he looked into pools of molten gold.
"So Anathema and Tracey tonight, hmm? You do realize they are nothing but trouble, right?" Crowley tilted his head, looking at his angel, who was still just lost in his Crowleys eyes. Aziraphale did nothing but nod in answer, and then the entirety of Aziraphale's body sighed. Crowley smirked smugly, knowing he caused that in an angel.
"Oh dear, I suppose you are right, but they have done so much, I can't very well back out of it now can I," Aziraphale answered rather carefree and looking forward to it if his facial reaction was any clue. A frown burrowed onto Crowley's face. "Are you jealous, my love? Do you really think there is any other that could ever turn my head? Hmm." Aziraphale slowly rolled off the bed, Crowley following right after, as they headed for the shower.
"No, I don't think that would ever happen, but still..." Crowley actually pouted as Aziraphale got the shower ready, and with that pout, Aziraphale bullied Crowley into the shower. Dropping slowly to his knees, Aziraphale showed him just how much he thoroughly loved, wanted, needed, and enjoyed Crowley.
Some hours later, there was a knock on the door of the flat, somewhere in the kitchen Anathema was located waiting for Aziraphale. Crowley begrudgingly let Anathema in with a look that made her laugh.
"Don't worry Crowley, I am not going to let anything happen to him. Plus, have you ever seen the way he looks at you?" Anathema continued to laugh at the pout on Crowley. Tracey suddenly appeared out of nowhere and joined in the chuckling, much to Crowley demise. Aziraphale heard them, running out of the bedroom, he was dressed down, no jacket, no vest, a light blue button-down shirt, his bowtie undone hanging around his neck, the top buttons undone.
Aziraphale looked like he had not a care in the world and was the happiest human alive. Sliding out into the living room, he spun, arms fully out, an entirely angelic beaming smile. It was contagious even Crowley had to chuckle at his love, Aziraphale spun over to Crowley dipping himself against Crowley, who wholeheartedly laughed. Crowley's eyes shot up as Shadwell and Newt popped in.
Shadwell came into the flat, carrying two big ass bottles of Jim Bean Apple Whiskey, with Newt, food, and movies in tow.
"What's all this then?" Crowley asked. Shadwell smirked.
"We're going to have our own party, get drunk, eat food and watch dirty movies!" Shadwell apparently had already started drinking, the smile alone proved that. Crowley grinned, taking one of the bottles of Whiskey, grabbing his angel around the waist and planting a time-stopping kiss on Aziraphale, stealing away his breath.
"Go have fun angel, just make sure you come home in one piece...!" Crowley chuckled as Anathema stole away his angel, while smiles danced around everyone's face. Crowley watched his angel leave. Hearing the door close, the three men cheered as Shadwell turned on Iron Man, it was marathon time!
Anathema held the door open for Aziraphale, walking out of Horns ~n~ Halos was a party bus, pink neon lights adorned it. Aziraphale held his hand to his chest, laughing as Tracey bowed dramatically for his entrance. Looking back towards the door to go back upstairs, Anathema ushered Aziraphale into the bus.
The music played loudly, much to Aziraphale liking he found, then again, as he sat down with Anathema and Tracey, a rather lovely looking specimen of a male was dancing around a pole, with three of his friends.
"Oh, well Oh dear...:" Aziraphale sat back, blinking as he watched. Music continued as Anathema gave the driver the okay to drive away, the top opening Tracey was the first to stand up and out of the top of the bus. Aziraphale joined her arms up, cheering while the music played, and Anathema was singing at the top of her lungs, spinning around one of the poles. Drinks were being supplied, at any rate, Aziraphale found himself tipsy rather quickly, giggling commencing.
Sitting back down, Aziraphale zoned in on one particular dancer. Of course, he did, if he was a touch taller, a bit more filled out here and there, that red hair and the way the dancer's body moved in a serpentine fashion, Aziraphale watched. Anathema caught him watching and proceeded to pull out money, tempting the dancer closer to dance in front of Aziraphale. The grin on Aziraphale's face couldn't be denied as the serpentine grace of the man moved all around and in front of Aziraphale.
"Oh, fucking dear..." Aziraphale shocked Tracey and Anathema as his language dipped into the profane.
"I need to have Crowley dance like this for me, that would be rather pleasant." Anathema heard that and started to laugh, thinking of her friend dancing like this particular man.
"You know Aziraphale before I knew about Crowley's preference, I really wanted to fuck him," Anathema confessed, which made both Tracey and Aziraphale look at her.
"Oh, don't come here looking at me like you're innocent. You thought the same thing." Aziraphale blushed and then stopped.
"You are absolutely right Anathema, I really wanted to rip those clothes off him and grab him by that silver tie." Everyone looked at Aziraphale as he downed another shot, as his countenance contained a shit-eating grin.
As the night continued, Aziraphale and the girls were dancing and spinning around the poles, they long since dropped off the dancers, and now it was just them, having the time of their lives. Aziraphale somehow had managed to learn, with the help of Mr. Serpentine, how to hold the pole and spin around it. At one point, Aziraphale managed to be upside down spinning and claiming he was going to have a pole installed in their bedroom.
A round of drinks and laughter happened with that thought and with Aziraphale spinning while upside down. Soon after, the driver called the last call and brought them all home, Aziraphale first, too, which hugs and kisses were given. Finally, making his way inside the flat, Aziraphale was inebriated as he found Crowley passed out on the couch. Kicking off his shoes and dropping his shirt off of him onto the floor, thinking he had removed his pants, Aziraphale stumbled to the couch.
Crowley heard the commotion, saw his angel through blurry eyes, and opened his arms, scooting a bit on the couch. Aziraphale went to bend down to lay on the couch only to fall onto the couch, knees on the ground the rest of him within Crowley's arms. Crowley and Aziraphale both slept in a drunken stupor, sort of on the couch, but mainly on the floor, they could worry about it in the morning.
At noon, a knocking woke Aziraphale first, whose knees were killing him, but not as much as his head was. Crowley was second to stir, his arms asleep, an angel still laying there partly on and partly off him. Crowley smiled through a headache that would bring about the apocalypse. The knocking came again, Aziraphale got up, stumbled down the stairs to open the door only to find his parents there, along with everyone else.
"Oh, it's too early for this, mom? Aren't you here early?" Aziraphale barely got the words out as his parents enveloped him into their hug and shuffled everyone up.
"You get married tomorrow, say your goodbyes, time to not see each other." Aziraphale's mother, Martha, was overly pleasant and already moving Aziraphale to the guest bedroom, while the men were removing Crowley to the other room. Neither really care right at this moment as their combined headaches were life-altering. Once in separate rooms, they both slept as everyone else got everything ready for the following day.
After the alcohol wore off, Aziraphale was, of course, an angel, but that didn't stop the two of them from trying to see each other. Finally, after numerous attempts, Newt became a guardian. Day turned to night, and they all slept, Aziraphale dreaming of his Crowley, and Crowley dreaming of a future he never thought he would have. Sleep finally took them, and with it, their hopes for the future, a family, children, love, laughter, each other.
Star blessed blue eyes opened, loved filled them, Aziraphale was getting married today, his arm reached over feeling nothing. He missed already having Crowley in the bed next to him, but a shower and getting dressed was what needed to happen. Crowley hopped up out of bed, a bundle of nerves, love, and worry. Cold feet, but not his, he worried that Aziraphale might have second thoughts, as Crowley had second thoughts of himself, a head popped in. Aziraphale's father smirked at Crowley; he could see the doubt.
"Go take your shower, get dressed. My son isn't leaving you anytime soon." With that, Crowley simply nodded and went on autopilot. Hearing what he should be doing every now and then.
Aziraphale was standing in front of a full-length mirror, his mother standing next to him, having a hard time keeping her tears at bay. Smiling at his mother, Martha, Aziraphale hugged her, they had been through a lot, and seeing her son getting married was a dream Martha had always had for him. Martha was thrilled with Crowley, he was beautiful and as different as the two of them were, she saw why they completed each other. Aziraphale looked around the room, realizing his father had stepped out. "Where's dad?" Martha just smiled at him and gave her head a nod towards somewhere she assumed was where Crowley was.
Crowley didn't have the same support, or family that Aziraphale had, so Aziraphale's father had decided he would stand with Crowley. Aziraphale's father was impressed by Crowley; the fact that he stayed by his son, saved his son's life, and then asked if it was okay to marry Aziraphale. It may have seemed old fashioned, but it showed respect to their family, and that was more important than Crowley even knew. So, standing next to Crowley, who was having a minor panic attack, was Aziraphale's father, Joesph, a hand on Crowley's shoulder, and Crowley looked at him through the mirror with a smile. "You're going to do great Crowley, and after this, if it's alright with you, I'd like to call you son, you are family after all."
Crowley's eyes widened as he turned to Joesph, nodding his head. "That would mean the world to me, you really are all angels, aren't you." Joesph smiled and pulled Crowley into a fatherly hug.
"You've been more angelic than we have Crowley, you gave us back a life, and you pulled him from his own abyss." Crowley teared up, at the love he was being shown, he couldn't have found a better partner or a better family. Aziraphale's family filled the hole in his heart where his own family was missing, and Aziraphale filled his heart entirely, he had moved in without so much as a by your leave, he had just made space and took over.
Anathema had helped make sure that Horns ~n~ Halos had been turned into a veritable garden of Eden. Heaven was no comparison with the spires of silvers and golds that adorned the entrances and exits, the white silken walkway that Aziraphale was going to walk down to meet Crowley, to start their forever. Anathema was walking around adjusting pure white roses, with a spray of blackened babies breathe and yarrow a touch that Crowley wanted. Chairs were set up, covered in black silk with a white tied bow, everything was a mix of both Crowley and Aziraphale, and it merely blended into one cohesive event and one very perfect bonding.
Horns ~n~ Halos sparkled, it glowed with lights that resembled stars on a night sky, the crystal was at each table, the dance floor glowed as lights spun and danced upon its floor waiting for its owners to arrive. The band had already set up and was heading into the front of the bistro, where Crowley and Aziraphale would meet for the last time being apart. The alter where they would be joined had hanging flowers, white roses that sparkled with the lights, and yarrow adorned the arch.
Shadwell appeared from somewhere, running just a touch late, Tracey was in tow, both looking to Anathema for directions. Anathema smiled and walked them to the door leading up to the flat, pointing to the right was Aziraphales room, and to the left was Crowleys. Newt situated himself between the two rooms so that the betrothed didn't accidentally run into each other before the wedding. Newt was frazzled, Crowley and Aziraphale had been awful to contain.
If one was to ask Newt, it was Crowley that was more of a problem than Aziraphale. Newt had taken to holding a broom to shoo Crowley back into his area, every now and then hearing Aziraphale squeak, and then Crowley running out of the room. Newt could not for the life of him figure out how Crowley was getting by him, so he pulled up a chair and blocked the hallway to Aziraphale while holding a broom. The general look of Newt had Anathema in stitches, and Tracey absolutely agreed. Shadwell laughed and headed into Crowley's room, a friend he didn't know he needed but was thankful he had.
Tracey walked in and looked at her best friend, a smile that made angels weep danced upon his lips. Tilting her head, she watched as he turned around for her, Aziraphales mother tearing up again and waving her hands in front of her face. Smiling, Tracey watched and gave him an approving nod and hugged him carefully. Backing up, she looked him over again and held up her fingers, motioning for him to turn around again for her.
Aziraphale looked at himself in the full-length mirror, adjusting the light cream-colored suit; on his cuffs, a set of black and red horns adorned the buttonholes of his cuffs, a touch done on each man for where they had met and where their lives would be joined. Touching his white button-down shirt making sure that it was tucked in properly. Reaching up to his neck, instead of his tartan bowtie, a pure white one wrapped lovingly around his neck, one that Crowley had picked out for him, his fingers fumbled.
Martha placed her hand on her son's shoulder, "Let me help you with that, my boy." Aziraphale's breathe hitched for a moment, trying to hold himself together, too much love and nervousness were flowing through his veins. Turning towards his mother, who had to reach up, adjusted Aziraphale's bowtie for him. "I think you look astonishing Ezra, you positively are a vision. In my modest opinion, angels are weeping somewhither as they gaze upon you." Like mother, like son.
Aziraphale smiled through teary eyes pulling his mother in for a hug, letting his head gently rest on the top of her head. "Don't disrupt my hair Ezra, it took forever." Aziraphale could help the chuckle that left his chest, looking down at his mother.
"Thank you, mother, it implies everything to ascertain that from you." Marth smiled, patting his cheek.
"You make sure you love that man as much as you can, I unquestionably have a delicate spot for him. He carried you back to us, for that we owe him everything." Marth hugged her son trying to hold back her own tears, but this was her son, her Ezra, who she had lost in a fire, and to her best assumption, the Angel Crowley brought him home. For that, she would eternally be indebted to Crowley, willingly and lovingly so. Aziraphale let go of his mother and turned back to the mirror, making last-minute adjustments, and then the sounds of music floated up into the room.
"Right, time to go, mother." Aziraphale beamed an angelic smile, bright, happy, and so very much in love, but not the smile that only one man brought out of him.
From the flat music was starting to be heard, the signal that people were arriving, the sign that their lives together forever would be starting soon. Crowley looked into the mirror, his eyes teary, the love of a family he never knew he truly needed, the love of an angel that he genuinely didn't deserve. Joseph stood next to Crowley, both looking at the vision that was Crowley. Wearing a black silk suit, the exact opposite of his angel. Tailored to fit his form, blended with bits of silk threading, design, and fashion, being polished off with a red silk tie. On each cuff angel wings had been embroidered on each buttonhole, Crowley smirked at the little touches that Aziraphale had come up with, the little things that were important to an angel. Above all else, though, Crowley was the most important.
Reaching up, Crowley adjusted the braid, making sure it laid down upon the curls that flowed just past his shoulder. Another thing Aziraphale couldn't help but adore was Crowley's hair. Crowley let it grow out, his fingers ran along the braid that Aziraphale had placed in the previous night, before midnight when they were both caught and ushered into different rooms. Joesph gave Crowley a nudge bringing him back down to the here and now, a fatherly smile dancing across his face. Crowley looked at Joesph with a nervous smile and a nod, a quiet thank you for everything, and for his son.
"Don't worry, Crowley, it's all going to be quiet lovely. However, it's time for our end to head out." Joseph turned to go, opening the door and peaking out, catching Newts attention, seeing the thumbs up, Joesph turned back to Crowley. "It's all going to be Tickety-boo." Crowley stopped in his tracks and looked at the Aziraphale's father.
"Like father, like son." Crowley couldn't help the smile, the laugh, and the love that flowed off him, Crowley beamed. For the first time, probably ever, Crowley felt truly loved, not just by Aziraphale, but by the entirety of friends and a family. Something he didn't realize he missed having, or even needed.
Together Crowley and Aziraphale's father walked down the aisle together, taking in the beauty that was the bistro. Flowers adorned every inch, ribbon and lights twinkled like the stars in the skies, or as Crowley saw it, the stars that shone as brightly in Aziraphale's eyes. Reaching the end of the aisle, Joesph gave his new son in law a hug, a firm pat on the shoulder, leaving him with Shadwell and Newt. Both of whom stood with their friend, standing proudly for Crowley, always.
Aziraphale walked with his mother, down the stairs and out to the beginning of the aisle. His eyes took in the beauty that lay before him as he had not been allowed to see any of it yet. Fighting back the tears already, his mother held his arm.
Together they looked down the silken aisle at Crowley who stood there unmoving, looking at what he considered an angel incarnate. An angel who was willing and wanting to spend eternity with him. Crowley's breath stuttered as he saw Aziraphale, Shadwell braced Crowley's elbow, steadying him as Crowley swayed for a moment.
One foot in front of the other was all Aziraphale could think of. Every thought had been taken by Crowley. In front of Aziraphale was the man of his dream, a love of a lifetime, everything he had ever wanted. Aziraphale's mother smiled, letting her tears flow freely, looking at her son and the man that loved him, a man who would give his life for her son.
All eyes were on Aziraphale as he walked down the aisle, he glowed, and if he had unfurled wings, no one would have been surprised. As they reached Crowley, Aziraphale's mother took Crowley's hand and Aziraphale's hand, placing one on top of the other, pulling out a white and red mixed ribbon, wrapping it around the two hands in a bond. A kiss laid gently on top of the ribbon, from both Aziraphaes mother for him, and then as Aziraphale's went to place his kiss of blessing, a voice came from the back.
Quiet and low, feminine, but desperate. Crowley stopped and turned his head, his breath hitched. Dressed in blacks and reds, looking just as beautiful as Crowley was his mother. Tears streamed down her face, slowly she walked down the aisle, her eyes flicking between Aziraphale and Crowley.
Crowley stood slightly straighter as his hand grasped just ever so much more to Aziraphale's. Crowley's mother made it to the front, looking at her son. Gently she touched Crowley's elbow, her eyes just as golden looked at Azirphale's mother.
"Thank you, Martha, you were right."
Martha nodded, as both Aziraphale's parents now stood by their son, and Crowley looked at his mother. Smiling, she looked at her son.
"I am sorry, I hope you can forgive me, and let me give you my blessing." Tears fell from those honey shaded eyes before they looked behind her, and at the end of the aisle was Crowley's father. Dressed to the nines, just as Crowley always was.
Walking down the aisle to his son, a smile of pride on his face. Just as beautiful as his son. Reaching them, all, Crowley's parents stood by him, a hand on Crowley's shoulder, a kiss on his cheek.
"We're sorry we have been such asses, my boy, after talking with Zira's parents, we understand. We're happy for you and hope we can start to mend us, as a family, starting with this." Crowley's father was louder than Crowley, but you could feel he meant it.
Crowley looked at Aziraphale, whose tears were sliding silently down his face in joy for his love. Crowley couldn't believe what was happening, he simply nodded at his family.
Aziraphale's father placed his hand on the bottom of Aziraphale's and Crowleys, as Crowley's father placed his hand over the tops of their hands. Together they each placed a kiss on the ribbon, a blessing for a happy life, a happy marriage. Both mothers came forward together, tying the ribbon around their son's hands, a symbol of completion, a blessing from a mother of happiness, love, joy, and family.
Stepping back, each parent placed a kiss on their child and then to the one they were marrying. Four parents smiled proudly at their child, and then together, they took their places sitting and watching the rest of the ceremony. Tears ran down Aziraphale's face as he took in all that was happening, the joy he could see, and the relief in Crowleys face.
Turning to each other, both Crowley and Aziraphale looked at each other, waiting for the marriage officiant to start the service. A clearing of their throat and a gentle smile, with a touch of their hands, the service started.
"Crowley and Aziraphale, today you are surrounded by your friends and family, all of whom have gathered here to witness your marriage and to share in the joy of this special occasion. Today, as you join yourselves in marriage, there is a vast and unknown future stretching out before you. The possibilities and potentials of your married life are great, and now falls upon your shoulders, the task of choosing your values and making real your dreams. Through your commitment to each other, may you grow and nurture a love that makes both of you better people. A love that continues to give you great joy, and also a passion for living that provides you with energy and patience to face the responsibilities of life."
Crowley squeezed Aziraphale's hand that was within his own tied by a bonding ribbon blessed by their families. Tears welled in his eyes as he looked at Aziraphale, he defied them, keeping the tears at bay for now. Before him was an absolute angel, Crowley knew it, and here Aziraphale was, freely giving himself to Crowley. The love was pulsing off Aziraphale, Crowley could feel it as he smiled at him, barely hearing the Officiant when he said it was time for vows.
Crowley gasped slightly as he realized it was his turn to read his vows to Aziraphale. The ever wordsmith, the lover of Shakespeare and all that was cherished of olden times, Cowley's promises were well thought out and full of meaning, clearing his throat, Crowley looked into Aziraphale's eyes as he began to speak.
Crowley smiled.
"As in Shakespear sonnet, one hundred and sixteen reads,"
"Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds Or bends with the remover to remove: O no; it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests, and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved."
Crowley stumbled for a moment as he read his vows to Aziraphale, he took a deep shaking breath before he continued.
"I will not vow to be noble or to live our lives in perfect harmony because there is no such thing, nor should there be. We promise only to do our best and live out our lives. Dear God, that's all we can promise in truth. Marry me - come and be my husband, my friend, my love, And let us try before we die To make some sense of life. We're neither pure nor wise nor good; We'll do the best we know; We'll build our house, and chop our wood, And make our garden grow."
Crowley was barely able to finish his vow before a tear ran down his cheek, looking down at his beloved.
"Aziraphale, I can't promise you the world, the sky, or the stars, but I have found the world in your heart, I have found the sky in your words and the stars in your eyes. You are everything and more than I could ever have hoped or prayed for. I will promise you that I would gladly give my life for yours and I will forever be at your beck and call, and we will live together, have a family, this I promise you. I will keep the world protected as your words touch the sky, and your eyes bring me to the stars. I love you, Aziraphale, from now until forever. I give you me, I vow to be yours and only yours."
Crowley kept his eyes on Aziraphale as the world fell away from them, Crowley only saw the stars that glistened with the tears that ran down Aziraphale's face.
The Officiant smiled, holding back tears of his own as he beckoned Aziraphale to read his to Crowley. Crowley took a deep breath, preparing himself for whatever his love was going to say, Crowley knew he was going to fall apart at the words of his love.
Aziraphale took a steadying breath, though, in truth, it didn't work, he was all love and emotions. Holding it together by a mere golden thread of his grace. Glistening blue eyes, with the stars of a night sky locking onto his almost husbands, almost broke Aziraphale's composure.
Crowley squeezed Aziraphale's hand, it was just enough to help Aziraphale to calm enough to speak, a sigh escaped him. Crowley knowing his angel tilted his head down just a bit to lean their foreheads together. That was what Aziraphale needed, he was able to speak.
Aziraphale spoke clearly, still a waver in his voice as his heart poured out his vows to his love, and as he did, the rest of the world faded away. It was only him and Crowley for all time. This was their moment, their everything.
"I cannot promise you all happiness, all perfection, all smiles or sunshine. I cannot promise you that I will always do what is right, never be angry, or never let clouds darken our door. I can promise you that we will be together whatever life will bring and that in anger or in darkness, I promise I will always be there - be present - and this ceremony, this ring, your face today, will return to me and I will love you then as I do today."
Aziraphale staggered as he tried to breathe his breath hitching as tears fell from his eyes, he looked at Crowley, who stood back up to look at Aziraphale, tears had finally fallen down Crowley's face. Aziraphale smiled through the tears and continued.
"With every glance, you truly slay me - you do. There is no one in the world that I would rather take with me to do anything, from romantic trips around the world, to the drug store on the corner. You make everything an adventure, imbue everything with meaning and give me goosebumps. I love you so much."
Anathema started to cry behind Crowley along with Tracey, Shadwell looked at Tracey and smiled, a twinkle of something yet to come grew in his eyes. Watching the two men in front of them made everything so much better, a true love that was granted to the most perfect couple.
Aziraphale had one last breath left before the tears came, and he finished his vows.
"In the intricacies of everything, there is a golden mean - a curl of the earth that is in every part of the known universe. This is you. You are my golden mean. You are a ratio of love to the universe, a feeling that is everywhere, in the rocks and in the trees, and in all that is right and good in the world. I will cherish you all the days of my life."
Aziraphale finished, smiling through his tears, his hand coming up to wipe away the tears that stained Crowley's face. An emotion that was rarely seen, especially when it was happiness.
The Officiant asked for them both to exchange rings. Aziraphale slide and angelic ring with golden wings onto Crowley's finger, as he watched, love seemingly flowing off of him. Crowly smiled a smile meant and made only for the angel in front of him when he slid the serpentine ring onto Aziraphale's finger, he watched as tear freely flowed down Aziraphale's cheeks when they exchanged the rings.
With the announced Husband and Husband, for all eternity. Everyone cheered, including Crowley's parents, who cheered for their son, along with Aziraphale's parents. Crowley smirked and announced it was time to party, as he realized he hadn't kissed his angel.
With a spin and a flourish, Crowley dipped his husband into a heart-stopping kiss in front of everyone. Causing another cheer to erupt. Aziraphale cheeks were fully blushed, he was scandalized, but on this day it was perfectly fine, it was time for a surprise. Something that Aziraphale had been working on for a long time now.
Crowley and Aziraphale traveled down the sating aisle as a married couple, together forever. Their friends and family cheering them on. Walking out into the sunlight, the sky was blue. Not a cloud in the sky. Crowley pulled Aziraphale to him, his arms wrapping around his angel, HIS angel. Aziraphale tilting his head back, looking up into unhidden eyes, Crowley leaned down to meet that tilt, kissing his husband.
They both heard the click of the camera, it was time for photos, and that was the first one. Just as the click was heard, they looked towards the camera, and again it was snapped, the photographer thrilled with what he was getting,
Finally, being set up and placed in positions, Aziraphale and Crowley had their wedding pictures taken. They were lovely, the day was perfect, the photographer loved the auras of the two together. All went well, and then as soon as it started, it was over. It was time to party.
Together hand in hand, the two entered the bistros party hall. Anathema and Tracey had transformed it into a veritable Garden of Eden. Lights twinkled like stars, flowers, and verdant cascaded over everything that would stand still, silks and satins adorned pillars, it was beautiful.
The DJ called out to the newlyweds, as the music played in their honor...
"Please welcome for the first time ever, "Mr. and Mr. Anthony and Aziraphale Crowley!..." The DJ's voice rang out over the speakers as their friends and family cheered them on.
As they entered the room, Crowley happened to turn his head to see people he knew. Old friends and family were coming into the room from the side and standing by his parents, all cheering. Crowley saw tears on his mother's cheeks as his father hugged her. Crowley's heart was full to overflowing. Aziraphale felt the pause and looked, glancing at his husband's face, seeing the tears of joy, of having his family back. Aziraphale pulled him to him and kissed him. Everyone cheered even louder.
Finally making it to the table everyone sat, and food was served, of course, it was. How could one angel with a definite food quirk not have food and torment his husband as he ate? Glasses were tapped for a kiss, which they were too willing to do, and after the meal, the two got up. Crowley looked at Aziraphale, who watched his husband with all the love in the world. Taking Aziraphale's hand, Crowley cautiously walked over to his family with him. Aziraphale could feel Crowley's protective aura going up quickly.
Crowley stood in front of his father and his mother, holding Aziraphale's hand. Looking between them, Crowley introduced his husband to his family, much to Crowley's surprise openly accepted Aziraphale welcoming him into the family. Love and apologies for the past were flooded upon Crowley. A lifetime to make up for wrongs that his family had done. Promises of a better tomorrow and that they would be there for him, for all time, no matter what.
Crowley smiled at everything, a sigh leaving him that he had no idea he had been holding for years. Aziraphale snuggled up under Crowley's chin and swayed slightly as music played. Crowley's arms wrapped around Aziraphale, swaying with him, forgetting there was anyone else in the room. It was only them, finally, after everything, it was them, together forever. The DJ interrupted the dance they were doing, as Crowley had wanted to play a song for Aziraphale.
Following Crowley to the grand piano, Aziraphale stood by watching where Crowley went. Tracey walked by Aziraphale, smiling, and gave him a hug, leaving something within his hands. No one noticed, Aziraphale watched his husband as he got himself together, ready to play a song just for Aziraphale. It was a known thing that Crowley was going to play, and Aziraphale couldn't wait to hear his love play for him. Crowley hadn't played since Aziraphale had lost his voice and wasn't able to sing, he didn't want to bring back the depression in his love.
((Thousand Years Starts Here))
Crowley's fingers started to play, a few other string instruments joined in from the band. As Aziraphale listened, he smiled, looking to Adam, Aziraphale got a nod, and with a smile, Aziraphale looked to Crowley tilting his head he smiled. Aziraphale's voice suddenly sang into a microphone that Tracey had brought him. Crowley's head snapped up when he heard a voice that he thought was forever gone. Tears filled Crowley's eyes as Aziraphale sang to him.
Crowley's voice came in slightly softer but harmonizing with Aziraphale, his voice carrying through the air, touching the souls of his friends. There was no longer a break in Aziraphale's voice, Adam had worked with Aziraphale for hours upon hours to reteach Aziraphale to sing, to get past the breaking point, and Aziraphale did. Crowley watched and listened singing with his husband, their life was finally starting, the past just that the past. Friends and family cried, hearing Aziraphale sing again, and watching Crowley as to them the world fell away, and only they remained. There was nothing more important than them, at that moment, Aziraphale was singing to his soulmate, and his soulmate was entranced by his husband.
As the world fell away from Crowley and Aziraphale and a new window opened for them, a jail cell door closed on Gabriel, next to him Beelzebub. Anathema, Tracey, and Pepper had brought the police all the proof they needed to put them away. A present for the newlywed couple once their day was over Pepper would tell them. EDEN was now Aziraphale's, and he had already put in his book to be published. A story of a demon and an angel, fighting against the end of the world. Mortal enemies finding peace between them, falling in love and finding a way to live happily ever after, together in each other's arms.